Post by Skipper on Jan 11, 2011 21:43:07 GMT -5
A burly sea otter hobbled down a cobblestone path, supported by a cane. He was dressed in a sleeveless white tunic, dusty black trousers, two black boots, and a brown belt. A flat cap shielded his deep blue eyes from the bright sun. His entire left side appeared to be covered in dust, which he found peculiar, as the wind should have been blowing from the west, and he was southbound.
Beside the big sea otter walked a hedgehog, dressed simply in a tunic far too large for even his frame and a pair of baggy trousers. His unguarded, brown eyes shone with a constant mirth, and his rough footpaws were left unprotected. Dust had seemed to blend into his fur. . . or perhaps it was his fur that blended into the dust. . .
The pair of peculiar creatures ambled down the road with no apparent destination, save the end of the road. As it happened, they were at the edge of the Wildnes, and the hedgehog was one of the desert's inhabitants. As the two continued along to wherever it was they were going, he spoke with a peculiar accent. "I stull dahnt gi'et."
"Lachlan," said the otter with an amused smile, "Lock - lahn." He enunciated each syllable slowly and deliberately.
"Loke. . . lohn," tried the hedgehog.
The otter shrugged. "Close enough, Ah s'ppose. Sae, that's mah name anyway; noo, wot do Ah call ye?"
The hedgehog laughed. "Y'talk fenny."
"Me?" Lachlan looked taken aback. "Ah beg tae differ!" This elicited more laughter. "Ah'll hae ye ken -- Ah'm no stranger tae beasts lak ye, wi' yore silly accents an' dusty fur an' all." The otter did a wonderful job of keeping a straight face.
"Huhuhuh, yoo -- yoo're inpozz'ble t'unterstant!" remarked the hedgehog.
Lachlan laid on his northern brogue as thickly as he could as he mock-grumbled. "Ach, wha'a beastie Ah hae tae work wi' 'ere-- cannae ken anythin' Ah'm sayin'. Aye, Ah'm spickin' a'clear as day, sair! Got more dust in mah e'e'n ye've sense in yore 'ead! Wee bit o' leaves an' stibble, yore ken o' lang'age is!" Honestly, even Lachlan didn't much understand what it is he had just said, but it tickled the hedgehog to nearly no end.
Moments of laughter later, the hedgehog managed to utter, "Huhuhuhuh, h'i's, huhuhh, Ariok, huhuhuh, m'name's Ariok."
Lachlan offered his free paw, smilingly warmly. "Nice tae meet ye, Arioch." The hedgehog accepted the pawshake and attempted to return the greeting, but he only burst into another fit of laughter. Lachlan glanced up the road, not really expecting to see anything, as he waited for Ariok to finish laughing. The two had actually carried a conversation for several hours before each had introduced himself. They got along swimmingly despite the hedgehog's inability to swim.
Something caught the sea otter's eye. There appeared to be somebeast standing farther down the road. Either the heat was playing tricks on his vision, or the beast was wobbling as though drunk. Lachlan patted his new friend's back and began to pick up his pace. "Arioch, Ah think somebeast needs our help. . ."
Ariok's laughter faded immediately into a serious frown, and in moments, the hedgehog was sprinting toward the stranger, shouting something completely incoherent. Lachlan trailed behind, hobbling as hurriedly as his cane would allow.
Beside the big sea otter walked a hedgehog, dressed simply in a tunic far too large for even his frame and a pair of baggy trousers. His unguarded, brown eyes shone with a constant mirth, and his rough footpaws were left unprotected. Dust had seemed to blend into his fur. . . or perhaps it was his fur that blended into the dust. . .
The pair of peculiar creatures ambled down the road with no apparent destination, save the end of the road. As it happened, they were at the edge of the Wildnes, and the hedgehog was one of the desert's inhabitants. As the two continued along to wherever it was they were going, he spoke with a peculiar accent. "I stull dahnt gi'et."
"Lachlan," said the otter with an amused smile, "Lock - lahn." He enunciated each syllable slowly and deliberately.
"Loke. . . lohn," tried the hedgehog.
The otter shrugged. "Close enough, Ah s'ppose. Sae, that's mah name anyway; noo, wot do Ah call ye?"
The hedgehog laughed. "Y'talk fenny."
"Me?" Lachlan looked taken aback. "Ah beg tae differ!" This elicited more laughter. "Ah'll hae ye ken -- Ah'm no stranger tae beasts lak ye, wi' yore silly accents an' dusty fur an' all." The otter did a wonderful job of keeping a straight face.
"Huhuhuh, yoo -- yoo're inpozz'ble t'unterstant!" remarked the hedgehog.
Lachlan laid on his northern brogue as thickly as he could as he mock-grumbled. "Ach, wha'a beastie Ah hae tae work wi' 'ere-- cannae ken anythin' Ah'm sayin'. Aye, Ah'm spickin' a'clear as day, sair! Got more dust in mah e'e'n ye've sense in yore 'ead! Wee bit o' leaves an' stibble, yore ken o' lang'age is!" Honestly, even Lachlan didn't much understand what it is he had just said, but it tickled the hedgehog to nearly no end.
Moments of laughter later, the hedgehog managed to utter, "Huhuhuhuh, h'i's, huhuhh, Ariok, huhuhuh, m'name's Ariok."
Lachlan offered his free paw, smilingly warmly. "Nice tae meet ye, Arioch." The hedgehog accepted the pawshake and attempted to return the greeting, but he only burst into another fit of laughter. Lachlan glanced up the road, not really expecting to see anything, as he waited for Ariok to finish laughing. The two had actually carried a conversation for several hours before each had introduced himself. They got along swimmingly despite the hedgehog's inability to swim.
Something caught the sea otter's eye. There appeared to be somebeast standing farther down the road. Either the heat was playing tricks on his vision, or the beast was wobbling as though drunk. Lachlan patted his new friend's back and began to pick up his pace. "Arioch, Ah think somebeast needs our help. . ."
Ariok's laughter faded immediately into a serious frown, and in moments, the hedgehog was sprinting toward the stranger, shouting something completely incoherent. Lachlan trailed behind, hobbling as hurriedly as his cane would allow.